The University of Missouri’s mascot, Truman the Tiger, is the most inappropriately-named mascot in college sports, a name that’s an affront to what Missouri’s flagship state university should stand for - education. Specifically, educating students and Missourians to respect and revere greatness.

This nine-second AI animation brings to life one of my favorite vintage posters: a 1909 broadsheet promoting Consul Patsy, a circus monkey who toured Europe in the early twentieth century, which hung in the lobby of my marketing agency for years. The day it arrived, one of my employees remarked that the monkey reminded her of Bob, a former colleague we all detested. So, naturally, I had a plaque made for the bottom of the frame that reads, “In Memory of Bob.”

Tired of looking for streaming series that won’t insult your intelligence? When I can’t find something that doesn’t sound like it was written for 14-year-olds, I turn to tried and true vintage series I either watched one episode at a time when they originally aired, or missed altogether. Some are international series that have never before been available to U.S. viewers. Here are 10 streaming series viewers with triple-digit IQs will love. You can thank me later. Grab your remote (if you can find it) and … enjoy.

I’d give anything to go back in time to that evening — the boys in their Sunday best, a warm breeze fluttering the collar of Stuart’s sailor suit, the sun sinking over the Atlantic. It was a moment that felt ordinary at the time but, thirty-seven years and many miles later, is enshrined in my memory as one of the best moments of my life.

That’s not my family in these pictures. It’s a family that in many ways resembles mine, but resides far, far away from this world, as you are about to see for yourself.

I never really understood the phrase "I got taken to the cleaners"—until I did.

As devout Baptists, my great-grandparents, shown here in the 1880s, believed in the Resurrection. While they could never have envisioned the technology of the 21st century, I like to think they would be pleased knowing that, 142 years after they gathered in their parlor wearing their Sunday best, one of their descendants would find a way to resurrect that sweet moment.

In the early 1980s I was walking past a vintage poster gallery in Manhattan, and spotted this Air France poster from 1946 in the window. I stopped in my tracks, went into the store, and bought it on the spot. This morning I uploaded a photo of it to Google Gemini and instructed it to bring this piece of art to life as a 10-second video.

So, with the help of AI, I’ve written a song that celebrates America’s 250th birthday. The song acknowledges the USA has had its dark valleys, agonizing struggles, isn’t perfect and will forever be a work in progress. Its broader purpose is to remind people — especially the doubters and cynics who find themselves wallowing in what we’ve done wrong rather than what we’ve done right — to think, for at least a few minutes, about the goodness that was unleashed upon the world at 2 pm on July 4, 1776.

One morning in the early 1960s, my dad looked out the front window of his store as I was sweeping the sidewalk half-heartedly, a task I detested. He came out, grabbed the broom, and started sweeping vigorously. “This is how you do it,” he said. “If you are going to do something, either do it right or don’t do it at all.”

That is the most important lesson I learned from my father, who died when I was 14, and it has been my North Star ever since.

One hundred years from now, Jill Biden, whose new memoir is about to be released, may be revered as the First Lady who was willing to sacrifice everything — including her husband — to save her beloved country from Trump. On the other hand, she will probably go down in history as what she was — the worst First Lady ever.

We dine out with friends two or three times a week and have always enjoyed trying new places. Until recently. Why on earth do today’s restaurateurs feel compelled to BLAST MUCH SO LOUD YOU CAN’T CONVERSE WITH YOUR DINING COMPANIONS? Who goes to a restaurant to hear recorded music?

Before my father opened his own store, he was a management trainee for a big-city variety chain in 1929-30. I have the "Rules for Salespeople" booklet he was given, which includes strict orders on everything from how to greet customers, determine if coins are counterfeit, dress, comport oneself, and more. It’s a fascinating look at a lost world of retail that shaped the merchant my father became. Click below to read the entire booklet.

Forty years ago today—March 6, 1986—I was a contestant on Jeopardy!